Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1316 Patriarch Tao Ran, It's Been a Long Time (4)

Huang Six probed with his curious divine sense and cursed softly.

Inside the wooden box was clearly a Heaven Breaking Crossbow!

This was a formidable weapon used in the war between the immortal realm and the divine realm, and Han Muye pulled it out directly.

Inside the wooden box was not only a complete crossbow but also 10 crossbow arrows forged in the Immortal Burial City.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would have to retreat from the destructive power of this arrow.

Thousands of Heaven-Breaking Crossbows were laid down on the Immortal Burial City, making the God Clan army not dare to approach.

"I wonder if Senior can afford this item?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly.

Sky-Breaking Crossbows were exchanged for divine crystals in the Immortal World.

Even if he piled up a hundred mountains with spiritual rocks, it would not be enough to exchange for this crossbow.

Originally, Han Muye doubted that he could afford it, and the old man felt insulted.

Now that Han Muye asked again, he didn't dare to say anything.

He really couldn't afford it.

Not to mention that they couldn't afford it, even if they placed all their belongings together, they still couldn't afford it.

The Nether River Ferrymen glanced at each other.

"Ahem, well, Little Friend Han, may I know if we can pay some deposit first?" After some discussion, Qu Qian looked at Han Muye and said in embarrassment.

At least he was more familiar with Han Muye and Huang Six.

Was he going to put it on credit?

Huang Six frowned.

Han Muye had already nodded.

In the end, other than a few spiritual materials that Han Muye really didn't need, the other treasures at the trade fair were packed up and given to him.

With this, the group still owed Han Muye 60% of the treasures.

According to the value of the divine soul golden beads, there were 120,000 of them.

In Qu Qian's words, the Nether River Ferrymen were taking advantage of this transaction.

After all, they were friends.

At least they had built some friendship now.

After collecting the treasures, Han Muye and Huang Six left first. After leaving the stone fort, Luo Ren, Feng Yi, and the others surrounded them.

They were all curious about what good things the Nether River Ferrymen traded.

Han Muye didn't say anything, but Huang Six happily took out some treasures that Luo Ren and the others could use and gave them away.

Gave them directly.

Instantly, everyone shed tears of gratitude.

Huang Six was probably used to being the Great Sage of the Heaven Trampling and liked the feeling of being sought after.

By now, Han Muye was already numb to it.

After receiving the treasures, Daoist Shi Yuan spoke, "Sixth Brother, there are still some treasures in various places in the city. How about taking a look?"

In their opinion, Huang Six, who had hunted and killed many Nether Beasts along the way, was the richest among them.

They didn't know that Huang Six's belongings were nothing compared to Han Muye's.

The divine crystals and immortal spiritual rocks used by Huang Six for cultivation were given by Han Muye.

Since they had nothing else to do, they decided to explore various trades in the city.

Cultivators of various shapes and sizes set up stalls in empty spaces around, some simply selling their useless treasures, and others looking to exchange for items they needed.

Huang Six was generous and exchanged for anything that looked useful.

Han Muye, on the other hand, was interested in some scattered swords and weapons.

"Bang!"

Not far ahead, there was a bang and a Daoist in a green robe was sent flying.

"Damn it, dare to exchange my genuine jade with fake jade! Who do you think you are?" A burly man in half armor shouted angrily and stepped forward.

The Daoist, though not short, looked like a child when he was grabbed by the collar.

"My jade is the real jade, the Green Mystic Jade. Yours is fake, fake!" The Daoist roared, causing the surroundings to go silent.

The Green Mystic Jade was a soul-stabilizing treasure with extraordinary effects on nurturing the soul.

For cultivators who had run out of life force and had no way forward, it was a good item for nurturing the soul and preserving their ability to reincarnate and cultivate again.

It could be said that almost half of the people who came to this place had this treasure.

As the Daoist was being dragged by the collar, he gasped for breath and gritted his teeth, "Give me back my jade, I really need it."

Hearing the Daoist's words, the burly man laughed heartily, released his grip, and revealed a fist-sized green jade in his palm.

"I was originally planning to let you go, but now that your soul is half merged into the Green Mystic Jade, and now that the Green Mystic Jade is in my hands, aren't all your treasures mine?"

As the burly man spoke, he slowly clenched his fists.

Despair appeared on the Daoist's face.

Once the Green Mystic Jade with a fused soul shattered, it would mean the dispersal of his soul.

"Wait a minute."

At that moment, a voice sounded.

The people around made way, revealing Han Muye standing on the side of the road.

When the green-robed Daoist saw Han Muye, his eyes widened.

"Patriarch Tao Ran, it's been a long time." Han Muye looked at the Daoist, a smile on his face as he spoke softly.

The Nine Mystic Mountain's Fire Lineage Patriarch, Tao Ran, the former owner of the Purple Flame Sword.

Two thousand years had passed since they last met, and now, Tao Ran was old and on the brink of death.

"Do you recognize me?"

"Haha, great, do you want to buy this genuine jade?" The burly man who held the Green Mystic Jade in his hand brightened up and looked at Han Muye, laughing heartily.

"Bang!"

A massive fist struck him in the face.